One of my offspring is now 5 feet tall.
And weighs 100 pounds.
And wears a size 9 *MENS* shoe.
We announce these milestones around here like they are a normal part of life moving on. Which they are, of course, until I remember carrying said child in my body, giving birth, dressing him in cute baby clothes and the infamous swaddling blankets.
Then I hyperventilate a little.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
They make our days
Leah, telling Eric about her attempts to ride the bike without training wheels...
L: ...And I kept trying to pedal like mommy said but I fell down.
E: So we need to practice and work on it together this weekend?
L: Yep (with a big smile)
E: OK. You remind me, and we'll do it Saturday.
L: (thinking) Well, sometimes I go to sleep and when I wake up I forget everything. Like, sometimes, I'll just be sleeping, and then I wake up. And then I remember, Oh! Yeah! I hate baked beans!
L: ...And I kept trying to pedal like mommy said but I fell down.
E: So we need to practice and work on it together this weekend?
L: Yep (with a big smile)
E: OK. You remind me, and we'll do it Saturday.
L: (thinking) Well, sometimes I go to sleep and when I wake up I forget everything. Like, sometimes, I'll just be sleeping, and then I wake up. And then I remember, Oh! Yeah! I hate baked beans!
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